Rippling, a wayward dream gone, bristling out in streamed lines changing tides with blind precision in a medium vacuumed of care. How is it that I caused the disturbance, yet remain in place? Deferred to you, you now live out my aim. Traversing all every way; everything I failed to do and was afraid to try. It’s a trinity, a tri-system to shore. Do you believe in the power of reflection, or do its brilliant beams get in the way? Do you feel the truth now, or is the current too strong? You’re confused, but I can’t blame you. Neither I know why my heart sang and danced the way it did, but I know this resonance will continue to sound the same silent spring that originally borne me for it could not be so otherwise. 

Ripple across the way, you are a part of me and the dream of my singularity.